Occasionally, though sadly quite rarely, I'll be happily walking along and suddenly the randomness that is the world around me will suddenly coalesce into something that for some reason feels like it should be drawn. This uplifted motivated feeling frequently only lasts for a little while, and usually disappears before the resulting picture is anywhere near fully complete, but these moments of 'inspiration' drawn from 'reality' itself seem to be important and in the very least help to prevent all of the outside world from dropping into the common morass of blase and numb perception I seem determined to view it through. Nothing particularly picturesque or significant happened to create this picture in my head. I was just walking along and saw a woman walking her bulldogish canine (she was much less male looking in reality, oops), then glancing toward the condominium across the street, I saw a slightly older lady enjoying a cup of coffee while seated on a concrete bench. What really drove this scene home in my mind was that as I passed all this and was beginning to appreciate the intricacies of the situation a women's wailing yell broke the silence of the street. Not being able to see the source of the lamenting cry added an even deeper fascination with the seemingly random confluence of individuals and setting. Strange.